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Well Bob, Ken's funeral would have been the first time we "met", even though it must have been 15 years before we really did meet and get to know one another. Small world.
We used to have some real rip-roarin' family reunions up on the hill with Chuck. Losing Ken (and a number of others from the extended Higgins clan) kind of took the wind out of his sails for all of that, though. It seemed like we only saw each other at funerals after that, as all of our parents (or aunts and uncles, depending) were getting on in years and passing away. We lost a lot of them in those days.
Funny, my mom and surviving aunts and uncles are fond of saying "thank God he's not a Higgins..." in only a half-joking kind of way. Everyone knows he's nuts, but in a good, big hearted way. Not many like him anymore.
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Jeff
'72 911T 3.0 MFI
'93 Ducati 900 Super Sport
"God invented whiskey so the Irish wouldn't rule the world"
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